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Tiger growling in my ear,
Tell me things I want to hear.
Make sure that there’s no one near,
When you cut out all my fear.
I bare my skin, you bare your claw,
As blood runs down I stare in awe.
My side in ribbons, red and raw,
The meanest tiger I ever saw.
Scars like stripes across my ...

He walks with a limp
But he calls it his swag,
He’s got all that he owns
In two duffle bags.
The hoops in his courts
Don’t have any nets,
And if you ask where he lives
He’ll say he forgets.
All the folks in his town
Know his first and last names
And they all stop to watch
His ...